Welcome to the lock demon tower

Qiao Que opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.He remembered that a long time ago, Jiang Luchi also said something about obsession, and his expression at that time was the same as now, so deep and elusive.According to Jiang Luchi's personality, if the human who broke into the demon lock tower had only "knowledged" him, he would definitely not have such complicated emotions. There may be some deep bond between them.

Qiao Que took a sip of jealousy for no reason, and wanted to ask if that person was a man or a woman, but when the words came to his lips, he thought that no matter whether he was a man or a woman, it would make people angry, so he just shut up and didn't ask, and forced him secretly Force Lai Lai: "What...it's all on the arrest list, why can't I still miss it...I can't even look at my beautiful sister, but I miss Bai Yueguang under the moon! Humph!"

Hearing this, Jiang Luchi's half of his emotions were stuck in his chest, and he laughed out of anger at Qiao Que's small complaints, which were true and false.

He rubbed his temples, shook his head, and said to himself: "It's still white moonlight... black fertilizer is almost the same."

Qiao Que wanted to ask again, but when he turned his head, he suddenly froze in place.

He stayed for two or three seconds, then suddenly jumped up.

Zhao Kexin, who had just finished using the toilet, came back cursing, and was taken aback by Qiao Que who suddenly pulled up the onion on the ground: "Qiao Que! What's the matter with you?"

Qiao Que hugged the tree firmly, trying not to sound too trembling: "I, I, I, I seem to have seen a white shadow just now."

"White shadow? Ghost?!" Zhao Kexin was suddenly excited, and her smile gradually changed.

Qiao Que: ...

Is there something wrong with your emotions.

"I, I, I don't know... but it looks like a girl with long hair and white clothes... so dark, I'm not sure if I have..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Kexin picked him up and left: "Is there anything, just look in your eyes, be confident! Since he showed up, he is going to give us clues! What are you afraid of!"

Qiao Que had nothing to say, so he had no choice but to turn around. Seeing that Jiang Luchi had the same expression, he also stood up, and said calmly, "Let's go. She's right, what should come will always come."

Qiao Que nodded, followed Zhao Kexin cowardly, and walked into the woods.

However, unlike what Qiao Que thought, the few of them went around in the surrounding woods, but nothing happened.

There is neither the old black mountain demon with teeth and claws, nor these withered and lifeless trees come alive to become evil soldiers and generals.

Qiao Que was worried, always feeling that something was wrong: "There is no one on this barren hill, so it's impossible for that white shadow to walk around us after dinner?"

Zhao Kexin rubbed his chin: "Could it be just some low-level brat passing by? Can you see the aura on it clearly?"

Qiao Que recalled it carefully, and shook his head uncertainly: "She flashed by, I really didn't have time to see it clearly. Emmm..." Qiao Que tilted his head: "Did I bring my own filter? Your breath seems to be getting more and more pink?"

This world is different from other worlds. From the very beginning, Qiao Que could see some Qi, which is not surprising in the mountains. He has been following the direction of the slight flow of Qi to guide his teammates.

During the day, he felt that the air was a little pink, and he thought it was an illusion of being in a good mood. Unexpectedly, when he looked closely now, it was already night, but the faint pink color was more obvious than during the day.

"Pink?" Zhao Kexin shifted her focus as usual: "Which kind of pink? Death Barbie? Or coral pink?"

Qiao Que: ...

Do you really think I should tell the difference?

"Maybe it's not an illusion." Fang Jialuo raised her hand in the air, closed her eyes and felt it for a while, and said, "Brother Qiao, there seems to be something in the wind."

"Is there something?" Qiao Que followed the same action in a daze, only feeling the warm wind caressing the back of his hand slightly, feeling nothing else, feeling a little stupid.

Two seconds later, he realized something, and let go of his hand suddenly: "Why is it you! Where's Brother Chi?!"

Fang Jialuo looked innocent: "I don't know."

Qiao Que's hands trembled like Parkinson's: "I, me, me? You, you, you?"

Fang Jialuo blinked, and looked a little playful: "Are you talking about you holding my hand all the time? It's okay, I'm timid, and I've always troubled Brother Qiao to take care of me like this. I won't think too much about it."

Qiao Que held his breath in his mouth: You don't mind me!

He couldn't say anything to the girl, his expression was like the sky was falling, and his heart was full of thunderstorms: "Tuo Tuo, I carried Brother Chi behind my back and held the girl's hand!" I'm dirty!

Qiao Ba's indifferent face said, "Shut up!"

You were stabbed in the ass by Xu Siran!Mind what a fart!

"Shut up!" Zhao Kexin and Qiao Ba said in unison, with a terrible headache, they pulled Fang Jialuo aside: "Ancestor! Stop bullying him!"

Fang Jialuo pursed her lips coquettishly: "How could he! I like him."

Zhao Kexin looked up at the sky and shrugged, rolled his eyes to the back of his head, and was just about to say, "Do you remember that the last person you liked was a ghost, and then you superseded him physically and reincarnated him as a dung beetle?" Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt a gust of wind Blowing, with a puff of smoke, instantly fascinated the eyes.

Qiao Que also stretched out his hand to block it. The wind was blowing strangely, with a bit of intoxicating warmth. He felt something light and light suddenly brushed against his palm. He instinctively grabbed it and saw that it was a piece of pink and white. petal.

petal?Where do the petals come from in the barren mountains?

Before he could think clearly, a shower of flower petals suddenly appeared all around.

The pink petals floating around seem to be fluttering in disorder, but like a hand that is still hesitant to speak, it wraps Qiao Que lingeringly inside.

For a moment, the figures of Zhao Kexin and Fang Jialuo were all gone.

……

Jiang Luchi brushed away the dead branches and rotten leaves in front of him, and his black short boots broke a twig, making a crisp "click" sound in the night.

Not far away was a small cliff with a small piece of flat ground. A man was sitting there cross-legged, looking at the moon boredly.

Hearing the sound behind him, he raised his eyebrows and turned around.

I saw his short, prickly hair curled up disobediently, and his dark skin. He looked like a handsome sunny guy with a sporty style, but he was wearing a sky blue elegant ancient costume, which looked nondescript. Fortunately, his appearance was not too bad. ugly.

"Achi, you're here."

Jiang Luchi still stood where he was, without speaking.

The man scratched his head: "Hey, we're young anyway, we haven't seen each other for three years, why are you still like the same old man?"

Jiang Luchi finally opened his mouth, with a cold tone: "What should I do? Just fight with you?"

"Hey, hey, don't wear such a thing." The man made an exaggerated defensive posture: "You fight with me, that's called unilateral massacre! Ever since I was a child, when will I beat you! Besides, I'm not a god!" Teacher, why should I fight with you!"